I lie on a slatted base, hugged by the mattress. The sound of voices echoes through the room. I look at the ceiling through the mesh and my in the meantime fogged glasses. I decide to get up. Slowly I start to move and get myself free from the mattress, with my legs and the ends of my arms still hugged in. I sit here for a moment, thinking about my next step or whether it is better to disappear back into the mattress. No, I am going out, after all I am already sitting upright. All that remains, between in and out, is to get my legs to move across the bed and toward the floor. Now I stand, start to walk around the bed and begin looking out the window.


     ︎︎︎Statement
     ︎︎︎Work 
          2022   ︎︎︎ This carpet is made for lyin’ down          
          2021    ︎︎︎ Write like nobody is listening
                      ︎︎︎ Wishful thinking
                      ︎︎︎ Thuis (home)
                      ︎︎︎ Residency: Witte Rook        
                      ︎︎︎ Where are you going?
                      ︎︎︎ Sleeping Dogs
                           Clean up your shit ︎︎︎
          2020  ︎︎︎ The departed doubter
                           The doubter ︎︎︎
                      ︎︎︎ The eggs and their caretakers
                      ︎︎︎ The dummy in different poses
          2019   ︎︎︎ Coincide
          2018   ︎︎︎ Self shell